Qing Qian calculated, it should have been a while since they entered this cave, and they had not yet reached the exit on the other side. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"There's something ahead. Ye Xinghan opened his mouth lightly, and his shallow and highly concentrated spirit instantly slackened, and his pace involuntarily slowed down.

Night Star Han didn't stop, her pace didn't change and walked forward, Qing Qian immediately followed, here, her eyesight was far less good than Night Star Han, but she still couldn't help but ask curiously: "Han, what's in front of you." ”

"It looks like some crockpots. Night Star's voice was flat and undulating, as if this discovery did not make his mood fluctuate in the slightest.

It's not the same with shallowness, and what appears in this kind of place, no matter what it is, has a certain effect, right?

Soon, Kiyo is taught a lesson in her curiosity.

Through the misty white mist, as they got closer and closer, Qing Qian also saw piles of clay pots displayed on the road ahead, densely blocking their way.

Maybe it's a little old, the crockpots are of different sizes, scattered and distributed, many of them have a trace of cracks, and some of the top covers have been broken, which can't cover the things stored in the cans.

Qing Qian poked his head out from behind Ye Xinghan, and only then did he see that it was a pile of old crockpots.

It may be that the original color of the crockpot has been blurred for too long, and it is gradually corroded by this rich mist.

was blocked by so many crockpots, almost unable to get off her feet, a little distressed, so many tattered crockpots, could she not resist her kick?

From time to time, you can see some scattered clay pot lids at your feet, and she gently signaled to the night star, but the latter did not react, so he picked it up and checked it with peace of mind.

From the touch of the lid, it could be seen that the crockpot itself contained a faint spell, if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't use her mana to find out now, she could only use her innate intuition to perceive it.

Qing Qian sighed softly and let go of his hand, and the top cover fell into the wreckage again.

Even she didn't know what she was sighing about, it could be concluded from the material of the crockpot that it was a very rare substance, and it was a pity to let it be destroyed by the years.

Qing Qian seems to be a little curious, what is in the crockpot, and it is to be sealed with a spell in this crockpot?

Qing Qian stepped forward slightly to look at the contents of the crockpot, and before Qingqian leaned over and looked into the crockpot, she was pulled by a strange suction, as if there were countless hands pulling her in.

This mysterious and strange force grew bigger and bigger, as if she was going to suck her whole person into the crockpot, and Qing Qing could only retreat, trying to leave the area of the crockpot's mouth.

Ye Xinghan stepped forward, pulled slightly, grabbed something and threw it over, Qing Qian's body suddenly lightened, and the whole person fell to Ye Xinghan, and was tightly hugged by him.

"What's going on?" she was a little scared, she had just vaguely seen a skull in the jar, not a skull, but complete, covered with something like mercury, intact and preserved.

It's so weird, and it's disgusting.

"This is a kind of hidden element secret technique, burying the head of a powerful monster in it, it will suck in the trespasser's primordial spirit, once it is hit, there is no chance of survival, and these covers are to avoid the spell from being launched. Night Star Han raised his eyebrows, slightly displeased by the shallow recklessness.

It seemed that he felt the displeasure of the Demon Lord, and he stuck out his tongue and nested on his chest coquettishly.